Little Aspen Grove

There’s a little Aspen grove I know that’s always a good place to go,  when the leaves are young and green with a Spring sheen or when they are old in the Fall and turning gold, or in winter when the branches are bare and the leaves are on the ground under a blanket of snow, there’s a calm waiting there to hold me, resting there beneath each tree, holds me in an embrace, it’s that kind of place, the kind of place where I can feel hidden, when I carry the care of a load unbidden, when I’ve had a moment or more of not good, it helps to come here to let it go in the solitude and beauty of this silent wood.